mwah Posted June 12, 2007 Share Posted June 12, 2007 There is pleasure in the pathless woodsGeorge Gordon Byron There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more,From these our interviews, in which I stealFrom all I may be, or have been before,To mingle with the Universe, and feelWhat I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. Quote Link to comment
popkern Posted June 16, 2007 Share Posted June 16, 2007 How and When will I know it's LoveCarmie Usman I will know it's lovewhen the darkness around melifts like a virgin veilwhen my sadness ebbs awaylike the bitter dust of yesterdayand when I dream of a happinessthat will never ever fade away... But how will I know it's love?I read that a person once saidLove is not an emotionIt is too powerful to be just emotionAnd I believe him Too many are disillusioned with thoughts of loveToo many are fooled by mere slices of like and lustAnd too many wish desperately...almost craving for the barest sip of this pathetic dream But again I ask...How will I know?I will know...if instead of my heart losing control of itselfIt gains it...if instead of wishing for his loveI'd be wishing for his happinessand if instead of holding on too tightlyI'd be letting him fly. Quote Link to comment
naked_angel Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 i loved you first... (from monna innominata) christina rossetti i loved you first: but afterwards your love,outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier songas drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.which owes the other most? my love was long,and yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;i loved and guessed at you, you contrued meand loved me for what might or might not be—nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.for verily love knows not 'mine' or 'thine';with separate 'i' and 'thou' free love has done,for one is both and both are one in love:rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';both have the strength and both the length thereof,both of us, of the love which makes us one. -hace tiempo... Quote Link to comment
naked_angel Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 the primer christina davis she said, i love you. he said, nothing. (as if there were just oneof each word and the onewho used it, used it up). in the history of languagethe first obscenity was silence. Quote Link to comment
destron Posted June 19, 2007 Share Posted June 19, 2007 Dal'wang pickup sa kantoThreesome ang gustoWala pang 'sangliboCheck-in pala'y presinto :upside: Quote Link to comment
Guest bleeding_angel Posted June 25, 2007 Share Posted June 25, 2007 A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream? Quote Link to comment
Tank Girl Posted June 25, 2007 Share Posted June 25, 2007 Robert Frost Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice Quote Link to comment
lovejones Posted June 27, 2007 Share Posted June 27, 2007 One of my favorite poems. Like love, lust moves people too, right ? Brother To The Night (A Blues for Nina)recited by Larenz Tate as Darius Lovehall in the movie "Lovejones" Say baby...can I be your slave?I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the s@%t girlAnd I’m diggin’ you like a grave Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin' pulsarOr maybe Queen of 2,000 moonsSister to the distant, yet risin’ star Is your name Yemaya?Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun Oooh, is that a smile on me you put on your face childWide as a field of Jasmine and Clover Talk that talk honey, walk that walk moneyHigh on legs that’ll spite Jehovahs@%t Who am I?It’s not importantBut they call me brother to the NightAnd right nowI’m the blues in your left thighTryin’ to become the funk in your right Who am I?I’ll be whoever you sayBut right now, I’m the sight raped hunterBlindly pursuing you as my prey And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erectionsAnd get you to dance to my rhythmMake you dream archetypes, of black angels in flightUpon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism Come on slim f#&k yo’ man, I ain’t worried about himIt’s you who I wanna step to my scene‘Cause rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry ass realityI'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream Who am I?Well they all call me brother to the NightAnd right now, I’m the blues in your left thighTrying’ to become the funk in your right ...Is that alright? http://crazy-muli.vox.com/library/audio/6a...18b37c4cd5.html Quote Link to comment
lovejones Posted June 29, 2007 Share Posted June 29, 2007 As a counterpoint to my previous post, here's another poem which the character Nina Mosely, played by Nia Long, recited at the very moving climax of the movie "lovejones." Written by the great Pinkie Gordon I Am Looking At Music It is the color of light, the shape of sound high in the evergreens It lies suspended in hills,a blue line in a red sky ...I am looking at sound I am hearing the brightness of high bluffs and almond treesI am tasting the wilderness,of lakes, rivers, and streams ...caught in an angle of song I am remembering water that glows in the dawnThe motion tumbled in earth, life hidden in mounds I am dancing,a bright beam of light I am remembering ...love Quote Link to comment
Guest bleeding_angel Posted June 30, 2007 Share Posted June 30, 2007 TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL-Mary Angelou We, unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life. Love arrivesand in its train come ecstasiesold memories of pleasureancient histories of pain.Yet if we are bold,love strikes away the chains of fearfrom our souls. We are weaned from our timidityIn the flush of love's lightwe dare be braveAnd suddenly we seethat love costs all we areand will ever be.Yet it is only lovewhich sets us free. Quote Link to comment
willow_boy Posted June 30, 2007 Share Posted June 30, 2007 (edited) These are my fingerprints Tiny and small,To place in your books Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.They are here to remind youThe whole year through,That you're the best DadAnd I love you. *Poetry on a bookmark my little boy gave to me. Edited June 30, 2007 by willow_boy Quote Link to comment
chiquezee Posted July 1, 2007 Share Posted July 1, 2007 Millions to fight compell'd, to fight or dieIn mangled heaps on War's red altar lie . . .When the legal murders swell the lists of pride;When glory's views the titled idiot guide - Percy Bysshe Shelley Quote Link to comment
mismo Posted July 1, 2007 Share Posted July 1, 2007 half a league, half a league,half a league forward,into the valley of deathrode the six hundred Quote Link to comment
chiquezee Posted July 1, 2007 Share Posted July 1, 2007 I Am Not Yours I am not yours, not lost in you,Not lost, although I long to beLost as a candle lit at noon,Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you stillA spirit beautiful and bright,Yet I am I, who long to beLost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love -- put outMy senses, leave me deaf and blind,Swept by the tempest of your love,A taper in a rushing wind. Quote Link to comment
dunhill_lights Posted July 1, 2007 Share Posted July 1, 2007 pablo neruda's works...but i was so touched by his tonight i can write the saddest lines Quote Link to comment
willow_boy Posted July 8, 2007 Share Posted July 8, 2007 "Love transcends mortality." * - From you. Quote Link to comment
revi Posted July 9, 2007 Share Posted July 9, 2007 A CREED TO LIVE BY Nancye Sims Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others, It is because we are different that each of us is special. Don't set your goals by what other people deem important.Only you know what is best for you. Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless. Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for your future.By living your life one day at a time, you will live all the days of your life. Don't give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying. Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us to each other. Don't be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave. Don't shut love out of your life by saying its impossible to find. The quickest way to recieve love is to give love; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings. Don't dismiss your dreams.To be without dreams is to be without hope; to be without hope is to be without purpose.. Don't run though life so fast that your forget not only where you've been, but also where you are going. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.. Quote Link to comment
Guest freyja Posted July 13, 2007 Share Posted July 13, 2007 You Fit Into Me - Margaret Atwood you fit into melike a hook into an eye a fish hookan open eye Quote Link to comment
Wyld Posted July 13, 2007 Share Posted July 13, 2007 This particular piece of children's poetry was the first poem I ever liked... It still gives me comfort until now, especially during the rare times when sleep eludes me. Wynken, Blynken and NodEugene Field Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe---Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew."Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three."We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!" Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe,And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew.The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea---"Now cast your nets wherever you wish--- Never afeard are we"; So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam---Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home;'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be,And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea--- But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head,And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed.So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be,And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. :sleepysmiley03: Quote Link to comment
Guest freyja Posted July 16, 2007 Share Posted July 16, 2007 Beyond Forgetting Rolando Carbonell For a moment I thought I could forget you.For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart. I thought the past could no longer haunt me—nor hurt me. How wrong I was! For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me—of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions—that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me of you. Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows? I have wanted to be alone.I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song...And yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once happy world such as ours? I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one. I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you? You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart. How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But, perhaps, you didn’t understand... Remember, I came because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood....until you come to me again. For you alone can blend the music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone... Quote Link to comment
Adam_H Posted July 16, 2007 Share Posted July 16, 2007 Daydream DelusionDavid Jewel Daydream delusion,Limousine eyelash,Oh baby with your pretty faceDrop a tear in my wineglassLook at those big eyesSee what you mean to meSweet-cakes and milkshakesI’m a delusion angelI’m a fantasy paradeI want you to know what I thinkDon’t want you to guess anymoreYou have no idea where I came fromWe have no idea where we’re goingLatched in lifeLike branches in a riverFlowing downstreamCaught in the currentI’ll carry youYou’ll carry meThat’s how it could beDon’t you know me?Don’t you know me by now? Quote Link to comment
Guest freyja Posted August 7, 2007 Share Posted August 7, 2007 HatredGwedolyn Bennett I shall hate youLike a dart of singing steelShot through still airAt even-tide.Or solemnlyAs pines are soberWhen they stand etchedAgainst the sky.Hating you shall be a gamePlayed with cool handsAnd slim fingers.Your heart will yearnFor the lonely splendorOf the pine tree;While rekindled firesIn my eyesShall wound you like swift arrows.Memory will lay its handsUpon your breastAnd you will understandMy hatred. Quote Link to comment
dix Posted August 9, 2007 Share Posted August 9, 2007 Talk Dirty to Meby Poison You know I neverI never seen you look so goodYou never act the way you shouldBut I like itAnd I know you like it tooThe way that I want youI gotta have youOh yes, I do You know I neverI never ever stay out lateYou know that I can hardly waitJust to see youAnd I know you cannot waitWait to see me tooI gotta touch you Chorus:Cause baby well beAt the drive-inIn the old mans fordBehind the bushesTill Im screamin for moreDown the basementLock the cellar doorAnd babyTalk dirty to me You know I call youI call you on the telephoneIm only hoping that youre homeSo I can hear youWhen you say those words to meAnd whisper so softlyI gotta hear you Chorus C.c. pick up that guitar and talk to me Solo, chorus out Quote Link to comment
lovejones Posted August 11, 2007 Share Posted August 11, 2007 Here's a popular poem that my highschool coach read to our team after losing the Table Tennis championship against Xavier. Though our team lost a heartbreaker, we left the building "bloodied but unbowed." Here's my main man, Brit poet William Ernest Henley with "Invictus." INVICTUS Out of the night that covers meBlack as the Pit from pole to poleI thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced or cried aloudUnder the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the horror of the shadeAnd yet the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall find, me unafraid It matters not how strait the gateHow charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fateI am the captain of my soul Damn!!! Quote Link to comment
RPinay Posted August 12, 2007 Share Posted August 12, 2007 Somewhere I Have Never Travelled E. E. Cummings somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany experience, your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i andmy life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,as when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to preceive in this world equalsthe power of you intense fragility: whose texturecompels me with the color of its countries,rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands :flowers: Quote Link to comment
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